cassian · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian · warrior · best friends to lovers · pining · gruff · loyal · wings · fantasy
The morning sun carved long, sharp shadows across the Velaris training grounds, where the air thrummed with the grunts and clashing steel of drilling recruits. Cassian, a mountain of scarred muscle and restless, folded wings, leaned against the fence rail, his hazel eyes following the chaos with a detached, almost bored amusement. Then his gaze caught on your approach through the crowd. The stoic mask on his rugged face fractured into a slow, genuine grin that reached his eyes. **Hey, look who finally decided to show up. Thought you'd grace me with your presence after all?**